Okay, and now here is your chapter 2!

Let's kick this story off!

They arrived at their crime scene just as dawn was starting to break; an outdoor amphitheater in the the downtown DC area. Apparently the local regional theatre was producing a ballet production of William Shakespeare's Macbeth when a body had been discovered hidden in a sewage pipe under the stage. Brennan instantly suited up and went to join Hodgins and Cam with the body.

"Dr. Brennan?" Cam looked up from the remains to see her forensic anthropologist approaching. "What are you doing here? Where's Christine?"

"She's with Booth," Brennan stated very matter of fact as she squatted next to the body. It was muddy and smelled of mold among other things, it had probably been rotting there for a week at least. "I should rather ask why you are here, Dr. Saroyan. There is hardly any flesh left on this body."

"Well, I assumed with the daycare not being opened yet, you would be unable to make it. I thought I would come and supervise for you."

"Why would I have been unable to make it to the crime scene?" Brennan looked at her concerned. "Just because I am now a mother does not mean that I will be suddenly slacking in my professional responsibilities."

Cam sighed. It was entirely to early for this. She had woken up, unnecessarily early, in an extent of kindness to her friends... but of course there would be no gratitude. "It was my mistake, Dr. Brennan. I'm sorry."

"The victim is female... and judging by the newly erupted molars, I would say early to mid twenties..." Brennan smiled proudly, "I am quite capable of continuing my work as well as being a mother. I am very accomplished."

"Yes... yes you are," Cam smiled back and gritted her teeth.

Hodgins looked up from the bugs he'd been gathering to fully see the tension between the two women and decided to try and defuse it, "So Booth get's to sleep in while you had to get up early this morning? Sorry, Dr. B, but you got the bad end of that deal."

"Oh no. Booth is here too. He's waiting for me by the car with Christine to question the witnesses," Brennan stood and took off her gloves. "There is to much mud for me to give much more than basic preliminary findings and I need to get back to Christine. Dr. Saroyan, if you could supervise the transport?"

Hodgins and Cam exchanged a look, "Yes... I can do that."

Brennan nodded and turned to leave, unknowing of the smirks and laughs she left behind her.

"Don't even..." Cam warned.

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Booth and Christine had stayed behind back at the car, although they were hardly alone. Gathered around the both of them were at least ten young and slender ballerinas.

"Oh my God!"

"She's is just the cutest most precious thing!"

"Look at her... she's so smiley!"

Booth looked down at his daughter in her car seat beaming, "She's smart too! Only a couple weeks old and she's already winking."

A collective "aww" came from the ballerinas

"I bet she's a daddy's girl."

"Well..." Booth blushed.

"And look at those eyes! They so blue!"

"They're so pretty!"

Booth smiled softly at his daughter, "Yeah... she's got my wife's eyes..."

"I"m not your wife," Suddenly all attention left Christine and was now on the woman in the jumpsuit approaching. "Why are you telling these young women that I'm your wife?"

"I um..." Booth stumbled and watched as all the ballerina's now glared at him. Who was this guy? Was that even his daughter? They all turned and walked away quietly whispering to each other.

Brennan ignored them all and unbuttoned her jumpsuit so she could hold her daughter, "The victim is female and in her early twenties. Very tall. The body is too covered in mud to tell much more than that. I'm having Cam supervise the transportation."

"Okay, so probably a ballerina. I'll go ask around and see if anyone from there company is missing," Booth made a move to leave. Maybe if he left now he wouldn't have to explain the slip he just made.

"That's just conjecture, Booth. Isn't it Christine?" Brennan grinned and picked up her daughter. "Booth, Could you hand me a cloth? She needs to be fed again."

"Right, yeah..." Booth quickly grabbed the diaper bag and handed her a towel. Usually he hated it when she breastfed in public, but it meant getting out of talking about what had just happened- so be it. "Here you go, Bones."

"Thank you," She leaned Christine down to her waiting breast. "Booth?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you-"

"Listen, Bones. I really need to get over there and start asking some questions so if you're good here, I need to get on that," It was like Booth couldn't get away from her fast enough.

Brennan watched him go. She wasn't good at reading awkward situations but she certainly recognized this as one of them. His wife. Why did he say that? Clearly they were not married or even engaged...

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For the first time in a long time, Booth wanted to talk about nothing else but the case on the drive to the Jeffersonian. Usually, he'd want to talk about food, the baby, or their evening plans- but today he was all business. Any other day, this would have been a welcome change to Brennan, she enjoyed their back and forth over cases. However, now it was just making her nervous.

"It has to be one of the ballerinas," Booth kept his eyes unusually focused on the road.

"You interviewed all of them as well as the choreographer and director of the show. They said that everyone in the company was accounted for."

"Well maybe they're covering for each other."

"Booth..." she narrowed her eyes on him.

"I know. I know. Conjecture. I get it. I'm just trying to find a lead..."And he was trying to keep control over their conversation.

"You seem very agitated," She decided to tred lightly.

Booth huffed. Here they go, "Well, you know. There's a murderer out there. Possibly multiple murderers out there, you know? That makes me agitated."

"Is this because I overheard you lie to the ballerinas about our relationship?"

He glanced over to her for the first time since they had left the crime scene. It was a quick look but he could see anxiety and dread in her eyes. Why had he said that this morning? "It was nothing, Bones. It was just an accident."

"An accident?" It was a very very odd thing to accidentally say.

"Yeah."

"Do you make this 'accident' often?" She pushed.

Booth could feel his heartbeat quicken. Did he make this 'accident' often? Yes. Yes he did. At least once a week he made this mistake. Every chance he got he made this same 'accident'... which made it not an accident at all. "No, Bones. I don't." He lied.

"Oh."

"Just a mistake, Bones. You know, early hour an all."

"Well then I forgive you," she reached cross the console and squeezed his hand; hopefully putting him at ease.

"Thanks, Bones." He squeezed her hand back. They were okay. The conversation seemed to be over.

Still... there was a small... almost undetectable bitterness in his voice.

So I hope you like this set up. Clearly this conversation is not over...

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